Chapter 1090: Raise a little white face

Song Hefeng's heart was like being gently pulled by a pair of big hands.
He frowned and irritably lit the phone screen.
Mrs. Song felt a little pity in her heart when she saw her son's expression.
It's not so easy to like someone and not get the taste.
Unexpectedly, one day, her son will experience this.
She thought that it would only be other girls who liked her son.
There is no such thing as her son.
Ha... After all, she still underestimated Lan Xiao too much.
I really don't know what means the little girl used to steal her son's heart.
Although Mrs. Song was a little angry, she must admit that the girl Lan Xiao was indeed better than the little girls of the same age.
"Tsk tsk, there are not many girls who are so talented like her at such a young age. Thinking about it this way, I really envy the Wen family. If only I could have such a capable and capable daughter-in-law. He Feng, you should give me a bit of strength and find a girl who is as good as Lan Xiao to come back. Mom, I will definitely agree with you with both hands at that time." Mrs. Song said tentatively.
With a "pop", Song Hefeng threw his mobile phone to the ground and looked at Mrs. Song coldly.
"Mom, can you keep mumbling in my ears. My ears are about to explode. I want to be quiet for a while. Go out and don't bother me here."
After Song Hefeng finished speaking, without looking at Mrs. Song, he immediately pulled the quilt and put it on his head.
Mrs. Song was not angry either, and she smiled helplessly.
She pulled the quilt, lest her son would be smothered.
"He Feng, mom is just chatting with you. Why are you so angry? Or, you don't want to hear about Lan Xiao?"
Song Hefeng hid under the quilt, clutching the quilt tightly with his fingers.
His eyes were dim, and his whole person seemed to have lost his soul.
"Mom, do you know something?"
Mrs. Song sighed, her face full of distress.
"Son, tell your mother the truth, do you like Lan Xiao?"
Song Hefeng's heart trembled, he lifted the quilt, stood up and looked at Mrs. Song.
"Mom, who did you listen to?"
Mrs. Song raised her hand and straightened out her messy hair.
"Your mother's biological son, if you have a little abnormality, how can your mother not notice it? The last time Lan Xiao went to our house, you saw the look of Lan Xiao, and my mother will never forget it. Later I thought about it carefully. Isn’t this just the reaction of seeing your sweetheart? Mom didn’t know when it came time, and almost hit Lan Xiao, gentle, don’t blame Mom. If Mom knows you like Lan Xiao, Mom will definitely not be that way to Lan. Small."
Song Hefeng's eyes flashed with a touch, and he slowly leaned against Mrs. Song's shoulder.
"Mom, you are so kind to me."
"Silly boy, you are mom's son. Mom is not kind to you, who else can be good to you. So, you admit that you like Lan Xiao, do you?" Madam Song asked again with a smile.
Song Hefeng pursed his thin lips and nodded shyly.
"Well, my son likes Lan Xiao. However, she has already had a boyfriend. It is impossible for me and her. However, I will be content to be friends with her."
Madam Song's eyes flickered slightly, huh... Is it content to be a friend?
How could her son be so unpromising.
She couldn't help raising her hand and twitching his ears.
"You are really worthless. If you like it, then you go after it... What happened to her having a boyfriend? There are countless lovers who fall in love and break up every year, and even if they get married, many people get divorced. Yes. As long as you are sure that you like her, then do your best to chase her. When you encounter a little difficulty, shrink back. Do you want to regret it for the rest of your life?"
Song Hefeng lowered his eyes, and replied in a hoarse voice: "But...I don't want her to be bored... She has already told me clearly that she and I are impossible. If I stalker again, maybe she Will hate me. I don't want to make her hate me..."
Mrs. Song listened to her son's cautious and timid appearance.
It was a distress in her heart.
She touched Song Hefeng's hair and sighed.
"What a fool..."
Since he didn't dare to chase him, he was afraid that he would annoy Lan Xiao.
Then, let her play the bad guy.
As long as she can hold her son beautifully, there is nothing she can't do.

In the evening, Lan Xiao received a call from Song Qiaoqiao.
Song Qiaoqiao was on the phone and told Lan Xiao to pay attention to Mrs. Song.
Mrs. Song already knew that the person Song Hefeng really liked was Lan Xiao.
Perhaps Mrs. Song will do something ridiculous for Song Hefeng.
Song Qiaoqiao asked Lan Xiao to be careful.
Lan Xiao responded in a low voice and just hung up the phone.
Tong Li also called.
Tong Li's reminder was almost the same as Song Qiaoqiao's.
Lan Xiao could almost guess that Mrs. Song would probably do anything earth-shattering for her son?
She wanted to see what the lady Song was going to do.

At noon the next day, it happened to be Saturday.
Mr. Wen invited Lan Xiao to visit Wen's house, and Lan Xiao specially selected gifts for each of them.
Wen Muchu looked at those gifts and sighed.
"So why do you spend so much? Spending so much money and sending it out makes me feel distressed..."
Lan Xiao looked at Wen Muchu wryly, she pinched his ear.
"It's okay, giving such a small gift is nothing to me. Don't you know, your girlfriend, I am already a veritable little rich woman?"
Wen Muchu took the situation and dragged her into his arms.
He bowed his head and kissed her several times.
Yes, his girlfriend is a real little rich woman.
He curled his lips, smiled in a low voice, his thin lips pressed against her ears, and whispered in a low voice: "You are a rich little woman, then I'm the one who has a white face?"
Lan Xiao chuckled, her eyes shining brightly.
She raised her eyebrows at him, and put a kiss on his lips.
"Yeah, I am a rich woman, and you are a little white face. So, little white face, what my rich woman will say in the future, you can only obey and do it, not against my orders. After all, you will depend on me to support you... "
Wen Muchu curled his lips and smiled, moving his palm slightly, scratching Lan Xiao's waist.
Lan Xiao was afraid of itching, and immediately ran around in his arms, trembling with laughter.
"Hey, don't scratch my waist, itchy...haha..."
Wen Muchu's eyebrows filled with a smile, and the corner of his mouth kissed her eyebrows, while his hands were still scratching her sensitive parts.
Lan Xiao was itchy, and tears were about to overflow her eyes.
Gradually, she almost couldn't hold it, so she began to beg Wen Muchu for mercy.
"Chu Chu... stop, don't scratch, it's really itchy. Haha..."